Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Wake,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.